Bag Of Toys - Surf Song lyrics

Cruising to the beach in my piece of shit

Got my surfboard jammed in and it barely fits

The sun pouring down and it floods the dash

Hula girls sways as I find my stash

Thumping hands tap to the beat of the street

The back sweating hard sticking to the seat

Got the Sublime pumping on the stereo

But my heads still thumping from the night before

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way

Well the window's rolled down and the peddle to the floor

But the fog bank looms just a mile off of shore

It's only 10 am and the beach is packed

The girlies in thongs got my mind all sacked

Well the new swell is here and it's starting to show

Got the offshore winds and they're ready to blow

Pull out the board, wax up the stick

The duct-taped dings seem to do the trick

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way

It's a beautiful day (yeah)

It's a beautiful day

Paddle out and dish it up, pull it back again

Rip it up and pull it up, feel like a friend

Find another day,

Complain another day,

Cuz everything melts away in a wave

Until you pour it out and pull it up, give it what you've got

Jack it up and fill it up, take it to the next notch

Take it all the way it's a beautiful day

Take it all the way, Yeah,

It's a beautiful day (yeah)

It's a beautiful day

Na, na, bla, bla, bla...

Sprinting across the sand, burn off my feet

Hit the surf running and don't miss a beat

Take my place bobbing, out in the swell

Turn and spin and paddle like hell

Feel the wave grabbing and jump to my feet

A bottom carve turn like I've never seen

Six quick snaps and a floater inside

kick out the back, a nice fucking ride

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way

It's a beautiful day (yeah)

It's a beautiful day